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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.