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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.