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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.