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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.