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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.