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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 ABC 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.