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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.