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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
PIL,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.