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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
MDC,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.