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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.