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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.