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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.