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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.