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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.