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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.