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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.