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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.