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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Japan,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.