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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.