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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Misunderstood to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.