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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.