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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.