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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.