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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.