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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Skriet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.