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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.