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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.