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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.