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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
MDC,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.