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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.