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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
the Association,
Nico,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.