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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.