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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
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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.