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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.