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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.