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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.