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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.