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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
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.