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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.