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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Names,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.