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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.