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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.