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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.