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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.