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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.