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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.