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 Kiribati 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.