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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.