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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.