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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
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.