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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.