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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Urselle,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.