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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.