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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.