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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.