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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.