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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.