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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.