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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.