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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Blancmange,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.