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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.