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 London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Faust,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.