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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.