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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.