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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.