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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.