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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Busters,
ABC,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.