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 Monaco 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.