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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.