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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.