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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Television,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.