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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.