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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.