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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
MC5,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.