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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.