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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.