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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Magma,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.