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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.