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 Bahamas 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.