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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.