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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.