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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Wire,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.