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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.