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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.