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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.