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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.