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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.