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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.