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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.