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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.