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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.