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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.