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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.