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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.