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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.