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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.