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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.