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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos 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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.