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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.