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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.