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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.