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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.