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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.