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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.