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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.