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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
MC5,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.