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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.