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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
PIL,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.