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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.