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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.