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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.