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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.