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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.