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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
the Association,
Symarip,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.