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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.