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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
10cc,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.