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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.