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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.