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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Gang Green,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Visage,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.