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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Mummies to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.