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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.