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 France 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Television,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.