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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 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 Tom Boy 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.