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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Franke,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.