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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.