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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.