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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.