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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.