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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.