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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.