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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.