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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.