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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.