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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Visage,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.