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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.