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 Mali 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.