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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.