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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.