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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.