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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.