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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.