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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Jandek,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.