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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.