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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.