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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Television,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.