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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.