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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.