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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.