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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.