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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.