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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.