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 China and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.