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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.