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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.