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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Fear,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.