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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.