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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lyres to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.