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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.