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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.