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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.