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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.