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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.