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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Organ,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.