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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.