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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.