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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.