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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.