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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.