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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.