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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.