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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.