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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.