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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Mars,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.