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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.