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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.