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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.