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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Monks,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.