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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.