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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.