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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.