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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.