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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.