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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.