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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.