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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.