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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.