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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.