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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.