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 Mozambique 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.