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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.