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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.