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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.