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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.