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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.