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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.