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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Television,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.