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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.