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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Swans,
The Monks,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.