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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.