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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
X-102,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.