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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.