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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.