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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
UT,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.