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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.