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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Television,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.