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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.