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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.