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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.