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 Armenia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.