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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.