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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.