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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.