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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Litter,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.