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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.