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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.