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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.