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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Cybotron 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.