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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.