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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.