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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.