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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.