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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
DNA,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.