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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.