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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Chrome,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.