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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Techniques 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.