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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.