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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
JFA,
Technova,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.