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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.