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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.