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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Wire,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.