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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.