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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.