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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.