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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.