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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.