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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.