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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Roxette,
10cc,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.