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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.