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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.