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 Mali and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.