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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.