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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.