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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.