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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Intrusion 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Scion,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.