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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.