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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.