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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.