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 Venezuela and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman 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 The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.