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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.