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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.