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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.