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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.