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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Names to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.