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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Japan,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.