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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.