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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.