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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.