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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.