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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.