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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.