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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.