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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.