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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.