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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.