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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.