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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.