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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Fortunes 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.