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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.