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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.