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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.