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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Associates to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
UT,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.