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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.