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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Symarip,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.