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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.