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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.