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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.