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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Index to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.