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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.