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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.