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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.