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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Monks,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.