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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.