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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.