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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.