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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.