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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.