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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.