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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.