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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.