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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.