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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Wings,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
cv313,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.