Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.