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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.