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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.