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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.