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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.