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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.