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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.