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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.