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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.