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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Chrome,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.