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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Smog,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Index,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.