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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.