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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Icehouse 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Television,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
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.