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 India and from Manchester.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.