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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.