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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Swans,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.