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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.