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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Japan,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.