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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.