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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.