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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Swans,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.