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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.