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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.