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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.