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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Stooges 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
MDC,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
ABBA,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.