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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.