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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.