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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.