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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.