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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.