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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.