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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.