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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.