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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.