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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, 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.