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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.