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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.