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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.