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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.