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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.