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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.