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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.