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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Crime,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.