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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.