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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.