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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.