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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.