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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.