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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.