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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.