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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
AZ,
Ludus,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.