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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.