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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.