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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.