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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.