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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.