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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.