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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
The Standells,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.