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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.