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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet 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 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.