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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.