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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.