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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.