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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.