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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.