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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.