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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.