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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Japan,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.