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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.