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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.