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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
JFA,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.