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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.