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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.