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 Oman 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.