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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 CMW to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.