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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.