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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.