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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.