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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.