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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.