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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.