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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.