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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.