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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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 Litter,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.