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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.