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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Flipper,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.