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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.