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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Oneida,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.