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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.