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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.