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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.