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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.