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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.