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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.