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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.