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 Peru 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
New Order,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.