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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.