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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Wings,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.