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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.