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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.