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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.