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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
New Order,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.