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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Easy Going,
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.