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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Wings,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.