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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
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.