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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.