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 Azerbaijan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.