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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.