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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.