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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.