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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.