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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Faust,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.