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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.