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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.