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 Gambia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
June Days,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.