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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 The Names to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.