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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.