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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.