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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.