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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.