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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.