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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.