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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Pole,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.