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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
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.