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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.