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 Romania 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.