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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.