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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.