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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.