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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.