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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.