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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.