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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.