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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.