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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.