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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.