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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.