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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.