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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.