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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.