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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.