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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.