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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.