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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.