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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.