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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Massinfluence 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.