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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.