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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.