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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.