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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Sparks,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.