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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.