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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.