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 Indonesia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.