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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.