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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.