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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.