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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Real Kids 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.