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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.