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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.