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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.