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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.