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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.