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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.