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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.