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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.