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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.