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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.