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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.