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 North and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Scion,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.