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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.