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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.