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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.