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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
the Association,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.