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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.