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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Section 25,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.