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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.