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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.