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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.