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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Brick,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.