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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.