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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.