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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.