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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.