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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Visage,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.