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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.