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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.