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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.