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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.