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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.