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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.