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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.