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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.