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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.