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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.