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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.