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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.