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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.