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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.