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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.