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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.