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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.