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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.