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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.