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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.