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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
UT,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.