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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.