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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
AZ,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.