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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.