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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.