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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.