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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.