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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.