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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.