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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.