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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.