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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.