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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Index,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.