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 Cuba and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Scion,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.