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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.