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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.