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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 Organ to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
UT,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.